I already told you. Not everyone you interact with needs something from you. Least of all, someone who's expiration date has already passed.

[She refocuses, eyes flicking up from the text on the open page to sit on Asuka's eyes instead. The demand for her to leave sits on her tongue, but she doesn't utter it. Instead, she simply stares, waiting for discomfort to get the better of the younger woman.

After all, she had broke her rib once already.]